In The Air

[Verse One: I.G. Off] Live via satellite, heard across the globe From headphones, hugging [?] to girls dancing under the strobe We still play rappers like joke for kicking rhymes about their wardrobe Pausing, [?] it get deeper than going gold Through the darkness Light is exposed, we leave rappers light on their toes Brothers scared half to death for the threat my two man pose On these streets, no fronting roles and on the stage no DATS for shows As far as ripping flows my high society of pros Then we keep bringing the soul out of baselines and acoustics No longer call a woman "bitch" cause my daughter listens to it Teach my son to say "Nigeria" not to mispronounce a nation Mastered improvisation, still organizing for nations (Through what?) Through demonstration of words that's raw refined The true definition of rhyme I.G. is ill underline Sure to stand the test of time we was predestined to shine While all these other cornballs sit and watch us from the sidelines Trying to follow guild lines of stolen property But they'll never be A father to my style like O.D.B Now drop the B and that's what most MC's do, after they hear me Words spoke clearly We reign on any stage we stand on I.G. Off and Haz has command on Strong like the Island De La's from Two brothers bring the best out of a snare drum Weak trends, we tend to stray from Freestyles, all that and then some Nothing can prepare you for the change about to come [Hook] {x4} It's all in the air, you hear it everywhere [Verse Two: Hazardous] Okay, feel my flow like Pepto Bismol I'm in every neighborhood like the stinking smell of indo I'm this black man Trying to live the best way I can Black, I'm flipping facts for ghetto's across the lands Straight out the basement with these monstrous sounds Rest in peace to Malcolm X he was one figure in my background Come on, feel my flow like a funky bag of izm My mommy brought me up on city milk and lots of wisdom I'm a black man made from sand with hair like a lamb Beautiful negro bastard child, my mother said yes I am I slide like oil, heat up like an engine Maniac on a mission Flipping digits like white physicians My props drop the seeds Jamaica blessed me with grace I'm black and I'ma stay black cause that's the color on my face So greet me with a handshake don't act twisted like Hitler Black man get it together stop dissing these black sisters I understand we're black and some times we come off track But I come off in any ghetto like 4,5,6 and head cracks And that's my proof, bobbing baseball caps through the roof Plus all my troops my family's tough like combat boots Take a good look at me, my hair's naturally nappy I'm still a human being though, rest in peace to my pappy [Hook] [Verse Three: Hazardous] Yo when it comes to blowing rhyme sets Miami's finest Peep how deep my mind gets But it ain't time yet They can't see eye to eye with me They blinded by the energy With broken bones in they body they never knew existed You must've missed it when I was throwing out my point You masqueraded, get oxidated like a joint And everything in it Life as you know it ended Universes collide, soul assist in the crash [?] I turn the industry to ash For hungry MC's to crawl out Like roaches from a fallout Nothing left but respect, everybody going all out On a limb and prayer Just to try to get they name out Then change the way of the world like when crack came out Shattering personality just over rap identities We sick of it all now we working on a remedy For some it's hard to swallow like Kool Aid without the sugar Rap figures couldn't pick winners if they was attached to boogers Usual suspects, I.G. Off and Haz Pack 'em in like Skam and Shadowman be packing limitless ability Cause we'll never die, we live primarily as energy [Hook]